The photographer’s job has been muddled since inception: heralded as the death of realism, it freed creative space for new artistic movements. However, in doing so, it took on a documentarian role, stifling its development as its own art form. The pendulum is now swinging the other way as the photographer -as-documentarian redundant, thus freeing space for the photographer-as-artist.

It is in this spirit that my work focuses on abstract properties; my goal is to create an intense experience of color or texture, shapes and patterns, even just a pleasing path for the eye to trace, a visual yoga pose. If it doesn’t look real, I’ve done my job.

A note on color: there’s no such thing! It’s just a way of interpreting light. The film I use interprets light differently that we do so these are not what it looked like when I was there. It’s a sort of magic: the snap of a shutter casts a spell, opening a window into a fanatastical world that’s always there, all around us, no less “real” than what we see.